Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.